Friday, September 26, 2008


So I moved offices yesterday. When I picked up Owen, I told him about it.

This kid absorbs info, and applies to his advantage. He starts to think about things and comes up with a plan. Folks, he did not get this from me. The following exchange did not occur because of any of my genes.
We wake up the next day, start getting ready, and he walks up to me while I'm brushing my hair.
Owen: Mommy? I want to move rooms.
Me: Where do you want to go?
Owen: Downstairs. I want my room down stairs.
Me: Why? The guest room is so much smaller than your room.
Owen: No, I want your room. You can go upstairs to my room. But you have a lot of clothes, so you can keep some down here.
Then he walks away as if to say, "well, that's that." All he needs to do is ask, and he shall receive.
AND - he seriously thought he was being generous when he said I could keep some of my clothes in my own closet.


Robin said...

I LOVE your conversations with him!

Kim said...
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Kim said...

I messed up on my earlier post.

Owen is a crafty little fellow! Allowing you to keep your closet was very generous.

Ok, now you have to update the right side of your blog. You are officially in the dirty thirty club and you have to include your vampire books!

Catherine said...

Hi Teresa! I love reading your blog! Owen's a hoot. He definitely takes after his mommy :) Where's your new office?